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Creamation
On the banks of the sacred Ganges' flow,
Where funeral pyre was burning with a glow,
One heart was melting with pain,
The other vanishing in flame's domain.
Where tears mingled with the river's stream,
And silence spoke of love in a gentle, tender gleam.
Of sorrows shared in solemn, wordless grief,
And dreams that flutter in the silent sheaf.
The silent language of grief profound,
In the quiet flames of pyre, a somber sound,
Yet in the hush, a solace deep,
As beloved rests in eternal sleep.
Copyright ©
Jay Narain
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